Environment

Global Warming? Talk About Cognitive Dissonance!

To all the people around the United States and the rest of the world who are freezing, stuck in fifty-mile long traffic jams, sitting for half a day on an airport tarmac waiting to take off, shoveling snow and all the other things I've been seeing and hearing on the news...you can be forgiven if you're feeling a little skeptical about the whole global warming thing.

27772879_1It feels so unreal watching what hardships you're enduring. Because here, where I live, this is our weather report.

Today...Mostly sunny. Highs from the lower to mid 70s at the beaches to the lower to mid 80s inland. Local north winds 15 to 25 mph with gusts to 40 mph below passes and canyons from Malibu to Hollywood.

Tonight...Mostly clear. Lows in the 50s...except in the lower 60s in breezy locations. Areas of north to northeast winds 20 to 30 mph with gusts over 45 mph below passes and canyons from Malibu to Hollywood.

Saturday...Mostly sunny. Highs from the lower to mid 70s at the beaches to the lower to mid 80s inland. Areas of north to northeast winds 20 to 30 mph with gusts over 45 mph below passes and canyons from Malibu to Hollywood in the morning...diminishing during the afternoon.

That's right. I expect the temperature to get over 80 degrees today out by my house. It's shirt-sleeves and shorts weather. Margueritas at the outdoor cantina. That kind of thing.

I'm sorry to have to report that dismal news for you cold-weather types, but facts are facts!

Energy Crisis: Sense & Nonsense

All these feelings have been building for a long time. Usually I keep my mouth shut because, frankly, a lot of my friends are still invested in a lot of ideas that are just silly when it comes to actually fixing the problem. But I guess I'm finally just so pissed off at our reluctance to really grapple with our dependence on foreign oil and our inability to really talk about the real issues that, well, I've actually stopped caring what they're going to think. I guess I'm just more fed up with politicians of both parties who would rather point fingers than get down to business. And I'm upset with all of us who have let them get away with it including myself.

Gasline Here's the main clue, folks, the fact that nobody really wants to talk about.

You can't conserve your way out of this coming gas shortage, and you can't drill your way out either.

You have to do both. And that's just in the short run so we can stretch out the supplies long enough that maybe, just maybe, we can successfully transition to the post-oil world before it transitions without us.

And here's the fact that almost nobody says out loud, most especially politicians.

Gas is too cheap. This is particularly true if we want to use less of it. Keeping the price low just means that we use as much of it as we can get our hands on.

But, of course, cheap gas is a political war cry. When prices rise, we demand investigations of oil companies and politicians say they'll do everything they can to get the price down and the news media covers the whole thing like it's World War III. It's insane. We want it for the lowest possible price and, unless there's a problem with that, we don't really care where it comes from.

Probably half the people reading this blog weren't even alive when the 1973-1974 Arab oil embargo hit. I'd just gone off to college where I was thrilled to have my used 1965 Ford Mustang to get around in, and pretty scared when it turned out that in order to drive it I had to wait five or six hours in a gas line to get not even a full tank of gas. Trust me, we don't want to go there again, but we could... and a lot faster than anybody wants to believe.

Think about this. Back in 1973, when that oil crisis just clobbered us, we imported a whopping 34.8 percent of our oil. Thank God we've wised up, right? Not so fast. Today we import 60.3 percent.

When I was waiting in line in 1973, if someone had told me that past the turn of the century, we'd have gotten that much worse, I never would have believed them. Back then we all thought to ourselves, "Never again." If I'd have pictured the world of 2007, it would have been one of mass transit, small cars, and a conservation ethic in full bloom.

Instead we are more exposed than ever and our dependence simply gives more and more power to the least stable part of the planet. A lot of people who hate Americans are in charge of selling us the gas that keeps our cars and our economy running. Who let this happen?

The answer, of course, is everybody. People didn't hold their representatives accountable, and the politicians hardly wanted to propose anything that would actually hurt to implement. And before you make snide remarks about President Bush and his friends in Big Oil,  just stop. This isn't one that can be blamed on him. I wish he was interested in doing more, but Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan, Bush I, and Clinton all failed to bite the bullet on this one. And so did each and every congress over the past three decades. Because, hey, if gas ever gets as expensive as it deserves to be, given what a precious resource it is, governments will fall. People are willing to pay more per ounce for bottled water than they are for refined gasoline. Where's the sense in this?

The Washington Post's columnist Charles Krauthammer really nails the nonsense factor in a column today. He makes the point that I feel so acutely today: that we are, even now, just talking more bullshit to each other. The very things we should do, if we truly want to get started, well, we aren't even thinking about them. They're all off-the-table. The only things on the table either won't work period, or are too long term to help us move quickly.

We can argue all we want about Iraq and whether getting out or staying in is the right thing for our nation's security. I simply argue that the far bigger issue right now is to stop doing what we're doing, grow a set of political balls, and make some tough decisions. But, of course, we won't. We only deal with things when they become a crisis -- like an Energy Crisis, yes?

At least when the next one hits, we'll all have our i-Pods and satellite radio to listen to in our cars as we sit idling in line, wasting more gas.

Here is the full-text of the Krauthammer column. I'm not saying the man's perfect, but at least he's willing to take a shot at it which is more than the president or the congress seem willing to do...

Gas_prices ENERGY NONSENSE
Charles Krauthammer, Washington Post

Is there anything more depressing than yet another promise of energy independence in yet another State of the Union address? By my count, 24 of the 34 State of the Union addresses since the 1973 oil embargo have proposed solutions to our energy problem.

The result? In 1973 we imported 34.8 percent of our oil. Today we import 60.3 percent.

And what does this president propose? Another great technological fix. For Jimmy Carter, it was the magic of synfuels. For George Bush, it's the wonders of ethanol. Our fuel will grow on trees. Well, stalks, with even fancier higher-tech variants to come from cellulose and other (literal) rubbish.

It is very American to believe that chemists are going to discover the cure for geopolitical weakness. It is even more American to imagine that it can be done painlessly. Ethanol for everyone. Farmers get a huge cash crop. Consumers get more supply. And the country ends up more secure.

This is nonsense. As my colleague Robert Samuelson demonstrates, biofuels will barely keep up with the increase in gasoline demand over time. They are a huge government bet with goals and mandates and subsidies that will not cure our oil dependence or even make a significant dent in it.

Even worse, the happy talk displaces any discussion about here-and-now measures that would have a rapid and revolutionary effect on oil consumption and dependence. No one talks about them because they have unhidden costs. Politicians hate unhidden costs.

There are three serious things we can do now: Tax gas. Drill in the Arctic. Go nuclear.

First, tax gas. The president ostentatiously rolled out his 20-in-10 plan: reducing gasoline consumption by 20 percent in 10 years. This with Rube Goldberg regulation — fuel-efficiency standards, artificially mandated levels of "renewable and alternative fuels in 2017" and various bribes (er, incentives) for government-favored technologies — of the kind we have been trying for three decades.

Good grief. I can give you a 20-in-2: tax gas to $4 a gallon. With oil prices having fallen to $55 a barrel, now is the time. The effect of a gas-tax hike will be seen in less than two years, and you don't even have to go back to the 1970s and the subsequent radical reduction in consumption to see how. Just look at last summer. Gas prices spike to $3 — with the premium going to Vladimir Putin, Hugo Chavez and assorted sheiks, rather than the U.S. Treasury — and, presto, SUV sales plunge, the Prius is cool and car ads once again begin featuring miles per gallon ratings.

No regulator, no fuel-efficiency standards, no presidential exhortations, no grand experiments with switchgrass. Raise the price and people change their habits. It's the essence of capitalism.

Second, immediate drilling to recover oil that is under U.S. control, namely in the Arctic and on the Outer Continental Shelf. No one pretends that this fixes everything. But a million barrels a day from the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge is 5 percent of our consumption. In tight markets, that makes a crucial difference.

We will always need some oil. And the more of it that is ours, the better. It is tautological that nothing more directly reduces dependence on foreign oil than substituting domestic for foreign production. Yet ANWR is now so politically dead that the president did not even mention it in the State of the Union, or his energy address the next day.

He did bring up, to enthusiastic congressional applause, global warming. No one has a remotely good idea about how to make any difference in global warming without enlisting China and India, and without destroying the carbon-based Western economy. The obvious first step, however, is an extremely powerful source of energy that produces not an ounce of carbon dioxide: nuclear.

What about nuclear waste? Well, coal produces toxic pollutants, as does oil. Both produce carbon dioxide that we are told is going to end civilization as we know it. These wastes are widely dispersed and almost impossible to recover once they get thrown into the atmosphere.

Nukes produce waste as well, but it comes out concentrated — very toxic and lasting nearly forever, but because it is packed into a small manageable volume, it is more controllable. And it doesn't pollute the atmosphere. At all.

There is no free lunch. Producing energy is going to produce waste. You pick your poison and you find a way to manage it. Want to do something about global warming? How many global warming activists are willing to say the word nuclear?

So much easier to say ethanol. That it will do farcically little is beside the point. Our debates about oil consumption, energy dependence and global warming are not meant to be serious. They are meant for show.

Krauthammer's won the Pulitzer Prize, which doesn't make him infallible, but it does make him smart. Maybe you have a better idea and we'd all love to hear that, too. Meantime, catch you in the gas lines!

Still More Snakes on My Brain

24894325Another day, another rattler dead. Situation normal out here in the suburbs of Los Angeles. And, trust me, despite that movie that got all the hype, this is the real deal.

I never got around to seeing "Snakes on a Plane" but why should I? Nothing on celluloid can match the sheer heart-pounding thrill of nearly stepping on one of the damn things out in your backyard. Talk about zero to sixty. Screams, debates about calling the fire department, frantic search for implements of destruction, analysis of snake type, freak-out over sound of rattle, etc.

Rattlers Apparently, it's still snake season here in California and rattlesnakes seem to be out in force. Some people say it was all the rain that creates an increased rodent population which spurred on more snakes. Or maybe it's just another sign of the apocalypse. Or maybe the rain was the sign of the apocalypse and now this is only a symptom, I can't be sure.

All I know is that they are out there and even the Los Angeles Times reported this summer that a poor chimpanzee in our zoo died after being bitten by a rattlesnake. Zoo director John Lewis commented:

"Our staff is constantly on the lookout for rattlesnakes. Typically when they find them in the zoo or the exhibits, they relocate them to the park."

Good plan, John. Let's put them in Griffith Park so that families who are having a picnic with their kids can have a little excitement.

Anyway, yesterday, we found a baby one out in the front driveway and attempted to decapitate it with a pooper scooper ordinarily used for our dog. It did not have proper severing power, but it did crush the head sufficiently. Today, we got one out under one of the bushes in the backyard and managed to separate head from body. The body twitched for half an hour before it settled down. Too graphic? Sorry, this is our life. Of course, we could have tossed it across the fence so it could live and grow and kill our dog once it built up its strength. We decided to draw the line.

Our gardner Tom, an ex-Simi Valley police officer, found one in August and showed up at our front door holding it... ALIVE! He had gotten the reptile by the head between his thumb and forefinger so that we could all get a good look at those fangs. Wow... they were not something I would want nipping at my ankle, let's just leave it at that. Tom actually threw this mutant over the back fence before I could tell him to beat it senseless. This was actually very kind of Tom, given the fact that last year he got bit and ended up in the hospital for several days with an arm the size of Burbank. Apparently, he'd been reaching in some brush and got bit, but thought it was a scratch and so didn't seek help immediately.

By the way, other than getting to the hospital ASAP, they also recommend that you do not elevate whatever limb that was bitten above your heart. My reaction is that if you have to think about where your limbs are in relation to your heart, then you probably should be in a hospital, you know? Anyway, here's what else Wikipedia had to say on the subject of First Aid:

"It is important to keep a snake bite victim calm in order to avoid elevating their heart rate and accelerating the circulation of venom within the body."

Calm? After being bit by a rattlesnake? We have people freaking out just seeing one. If they got bit, man, I really think most people I know would start calling in airstrikes.

RattlesnakeSo far almost all the neighbors in our cul-del-sac have found one of them and called the fire department. On one call, for example, two trucks and four firefighters showed up, complete with snake wrangling equipment. I think they're getting a lot of calls these days and, at least where we are, handling more snakes than brush fires.

Then there's my running partner, Zach, who found one up by his horse barn. He used one of these extendable tree trimmers to grab the varmit and then his wife and son ended up beating the thing into a bloody pulp with garden tools. Based on the zookeeper, I'm pretty sure this is not the politically correct way to deal with a rattler, but it did prevent that particular snake from terrorizing Zach's horses any time soon. By the way, he reports that snake blood is bright red, like ours, which was our observation, too.

Now the snake web-sites will tell you this is an unnecessary overreaction because snake bites are a part of life in some parts of this country. If you get bit, besides not elevating or panicking, they also recommend you don't use a tourniquet or cut it or anything. Get bit, go to hospital. Check.

One of the reasons I don't hike in the Santa Monica mountains this time of year is my fear of getting bit by a rattlesnake. Imagine being several miles from trailhead, getting snagged by a long pair of fangs, but remaining calm and avoiding raising your heart rate while hiking back in to your car. Pass.

My wife and I were watching an episode of "Animal Planet" last year about a father who came in with a snake bite. We watched out of curiosity to see how long it would take him to recover and what kind of ordeal it was. You know what happened? The poor bastard died!

Maybe that's why Zach and I march to a different drummer. Out here in the Southern California desert, when it comes to snakes, it's kill or be killed.

Snakes On My Brain

24894325 Okay, I haven't yet seen the movie, "Snakes on a Plane" but, according to the L.A. Times, neither did a lot of people who the pundits thought would show up. The film pulled in a disappointing $15-million. I think part of that explanation is that snakes just creep a lot of people out and being stuck in a movie theater watching a movie about people being stuck in a plane with a snake "problem" just doesn't sound like that much fun.

I feel like I've seen this movie anyway, what with the unprecedented hype and the fact that Samuel Jackson has single-handedly defined the word "ubiquitous" through his break-neck schedule of pre-release personal appearances. There will be time enough later to dissect fictional snakes on fictional planes.

Besides, why pay for a nightmare scenario that I can have for free? I'm writing today about real snakes in my backyard.

Rattlers It is snake season here in California and rattlesnakes seem to be out in force. Some people say it was all the rain that creates an increased rodent population which spurred on more snakes. Or maybe it's just another sign of the apocalypse. Or maybe the rain was the sign of the apocalypse and now this is only a symptom, I can't be sure.

All I know is that they are out there and even the Los Angeles Times reported just over a week ago that a poor chimpanzee in our zoo died after being bitten by a rattlesnake. Zoo director John Lewis commented:

"Our staff is constantly on the lookout for rattlesnakes. Typically when they find them in the zoo or the exhibits, they relocate them to the park."

Good plan, John. Let's put them in Griffith Park so that families who are having a picnic with their kids can have a little excitement.

Our gardner Tom, an ex-Simi Valley police officer, found one the other day and showed up at our front door holding it... ALIVE! He had gotten the reptile by the head between his thumb and forefinger so that we could all get a good look at those fangs. Wow... they were not something I would want nipping at my ankle, let's just leave it at that. Tom actually threw this mutant over the back fence before I could tell him to beat it senseless. This was actually very kind of Tom, given the fact that last year he got bit and ended up in the hospital for several days with an arm the size of Burbank. Apparently, he'd been reaching in some brush and got bit, but thought it was a scratch and so didn't seek help immediately.

By the way, other than getting to the hospital ASAP, they also recommend that you do not elevate whatever limb that was bitten above your heart. My reaction is that if you have to think about where your limbs are in relation to your heart, then you probably should be in a hospital, you know? Anyway, here's what else Wikipedia had to say on the subject of First Aid:

"It is important to keep a snake bite victim calm in order to avoid elevating their heart rate and accelerating the circulation of venom within the body."

Calm? After being bit by a rattlesnake? We have people freaking out just seeing one. If they got bit, man, I really think most people I know would start calling in airstrikes.

Rattlesnake Our neighbors found one the other day and called the fire department. Two trucks and four firefighters showed up, complete with snake wrangling equipment. I think they're getting a lot of calls these days, handling more snakes than brush fires.

Then there's my running partner, Zach, who found one up by his horse barn. He used one of these extendable tree trimmers to grab the varmit and then his wife and son ended up beating the thing into a bloody pulp with garden tools. Based on the zookeeper, I'm pretty sure this is not the politically correct way to deal with a rattler, but it did prevent that particular snake from terrorizing Zach's horses any time soon. By the way, he reports that snake blood is bright red, like ours.

Now the snake web-sites will tell you this is an unnecessary overreaction because snake bites are a part of life in some parts of this country. If you get bit, besides not elevating or panicking, they also recommend you don't use a tourniquet or cut it or anything. Get bit, go to hospital. Check.

One of the reasons I don't hike in the Santa Monica mountains this time of year is my fear of getting bit by a rattlesnake. Imagine being several miles from trailhead, getting snagged by a long pair of fangs, but remaining calm and avoiding raising your heart rate while hiking back in to your car. Pass.

My wife and I were watching an episode of "Animal Planet" last year about a father who came in with a snake bite. We watched out of curiosity to see how long it would take him to recover and what kind of ordeal it was. You know what happened? The poor bastard died!

Maybe that's why Zach knows a different reality. When it comes to snakes, he's figuring that it's kill or be killed.

Los Angeles Heat: Think Globally, Bake Locally

12_suns_umbraA day ago I posted the heat-stroke induced blog-sizzling globally warmed verbiage you'll find below about how incredibly, awesomely, screamingly, blisteringly hot it is in Los Angeles these days. It's Baghdad hot out here, scary hot, the world-is-changing hot.

At the time, I couldn't quite believe that my car was correct in its extreme measurements, but it was more accurate than I'd imagined. The news today is that Woodland Hills, which isn't far from me, clocked in at 119 degrees fahrenheit. This is the record since they started keeping track back in 1949, and it's the record by a full two degrees.

I spent the day feeling lethargic, even inside in air conditioning. Walking outside is like walking into a wall of flame, and even going out to get the mail leaves you wasted. This is really something. Anyway, here's the original post...

Okay, I don't know what this means, but I just drove back from a meeting in Encino and my car's outside temperature gauge peaked out at 121 degrees! Maybe this thermometer is inaccurate by ten degrees, say, which would still mean that it's FREAKING BAKING HOT out there. The entire way home the normally quite efficient air conditioner simply could not cool the car off entirely.

If this is global warming, and there's still time to do anything about it, maybe we ought to consider taking some action. Or at least put it on the list with war, terrorism, disease, poverty, stem cells, and the price of a strong espresso. Because I can't post anymore, I'm about to pass out...

Oh my God... I'm looking at this late at night. The photo of the sun is from NASA, I believe, and was labelled "Sun's Umbra." The thing is that I used my iMac's iPhoto program to put a white "matte" effect around it. But now the umbra and the sun are looking like something else entirely...

I have tried to make a statement about global warming and I have instead created a photo of a fiery condom!

I'm not necessarily thinking of changing my business but, just to be on the safe side, I hereby declare the sole authorship and ownership of the "Fireman" brand of condoms.

"When things get hot -- too hot -- you need a Fireman to keep you safe."

Condom manufacturers may contact me directly...

An Inconvenient Truth (2006) -vs- Fahrenheit 9/11 (2004)

The Smackdown! -- Moore versus Gore. These two are documentaries from icons of the left on two of the biggest issues of our time: terrorism and global warming. Which one can be called the most effective?

The Challenger -- Global warming is the subject of Al Gore's "An Inconvenient Truth" which is fresh off a warm welcome (sorry!) from Cannes and a hot reception (sorry, again!) from film critics now that it's in public release. It's the former Vice-President's slide-show come to life on film, and there's no doubt that it is effective in making the case that the time to act was yesterday. The only part that's odd is to see Gore as an outsider, given the fact that he's been an insider all his political life. 

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"Mr. Gore, you and President Clinton ran the country for eight years, right?"

The Defending Champion -- The War on Terrorism and George Bush's deceit is the topic of Michael Moore's "Fahrenheit 9/11" which was a critical darling of 2004. In fact, many Democrats secretly (and not so secretly) felt it would tip the election in favor of John Kerry. It did "fire up the base" as pundits like to say but it never reached critical mass with anybody who didn't already agree with Moore. I'm not defending Bush across-the-board but Moore's attack seemed over-reaching and over-wrought.

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"Congressman, I am absolutely convinced that George Bush lied America into World War II."

The Scorecard -- Michael Moore is an acquired taste, I guess, but I have just never acquired it. I think he's the biggest impediment to his own message because he's so obnoxious, so condescending to anyone who thinks differently than he does, and mostly because he twists the facts to his case even more than most documentarians. Al Gore benefits in his documentary from low expectations. We've been told that he's a charisma-challenged left-wing eco-terrorist. So when he, instead, turns out to be pleasant, charming, convincing and factual, it's such a twist that it makes the whole experience surprising. His facts do actually speak for themselves, and Gore is more than willing to just put them out there and let people think about them.

The Decision -- This one is totally simple for me, it's "An Inconvenient Truth" in a first-round knock-out. Michael Moore failed in his mission to savage George Bush so much that voters would force the president from office in a humiliating electoral defeat. Al Gore, in contrast, seems to have hit his stride, as a person, as a politician and as an environmentalist. I wonder where this Gore disappeared to during the Clinton years and in the 2000 election, but that doesn't prevent me from welcoming him. His documentary is important and thoughtful and well-worth watching. If you have kids, take them, too.

Heavy Wind Advisory: The 1962 Columbus Day Storm

Mostly, I remember the green walnuts. That's my most vivid memory of the 1962 Columbus Day Storm that slammed Oregon during my childhood. Kids don't think in terms of damage to infrastructure. For me, it was wondering how I was ever going to get the green hulls off the walnuts which had been prematurely blown off our trees. The buyers wouldn't take them if they didn't look right and the spare change I made off those walnuts supplemented my meager allowance. I wasn't old enough to get a real paper-route and start making the serious bread.

Natural disasters are on everybody's minds these days. We argue about whether we had enough notice and whether people did the right thing once they had it. Well, we had practically no notice about this one and what notice we got vastly understated the danger and once the danger hit there was no FEMA to come to the rescue or blame for botching it.

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Columbus Day Storm / October 12, 1962

It was a Friday and as the day started the air was unusually calm so when the Weather Service started talking about some wind gusts coming off the tail of Typhoon Freda out in the Pacific -- gusts up to 60 mph -- nobody really believed them. This was 43 years ago, mind you, and we trust the weather forecasts a great deal more today than we did then. So while people had warnings about Katrina and had the ability to act on or ignore them, we really had nothing.

I was in grade school -- Peter Boscow Elementary School -- and every day I walked the four or five blocks there and back. I remember on the way home that a wind gust came out of nowhere and blew me off my feet. Literally. We got a lot of rain in Hillsboro, Oregon back then, but winds like this I had never experienced.

As finally recorded, the gusts of the Columbus Day Storm reached 160 mph in some places and the entire coast was slammed by hurricane force winds. I've seen this storm called the "Biggest Extratropical Cyclone of the 20th Century." In less than 12 hours, up to 15 billion board feet of timber was blown down in California, Oregon and Washington combined. Let me put that in perspective. That number exceeds the annual timber harvest for Oregon and Washington at the time.

There's a wonderful web page where people who remember the storm have their memories posted. Reading some of their stories certainly evoked a lot of thoughts of my own. In the Willamette Valley, where I lived, it's said that the undamaged home was the exception and the damaged home was the rule. That was certainly true of our home.

I remember watching our front yard tree fall down before my very eyes as I stared out the window. It hit our roof and, at that point, I think my dad hustled everybody into the basement. I remember the power being out for several days. Mostly I remember walking out the next morning and being shocked. Most of our roof tiles had blown off. The tree was in a bedroom. Several other trees in the backyard had blown down.

And, of course, the walnuts were everywhere. An entire fall season's worth of walnuts were on the ground in a single day and it was my job (and my brother's) to salvage as many as we could. I remember crying about how my favorite tree, the one I would always climb when we were playing outside, had blown down and was being cut up for firewood. The back yard never looked the same after.

You go to Hillsboro today and there really isn't much evidence that the Columbus Day Storm ever happened. Probably most of the barns you'll see in the area were built after 1962 because the older ones were all destroyed. The biggest storm to hit after, though, was the economic one that happened when all the hi-tech companies like Intel and Hewlett-Packard moved offices into the area decades later, turning that little town of 6,000 that I grew up in into a city ten times as large.

Every year at this time, my mind always turns to the Columbus Day Storm. These days we debate whether we should even celebrate Columbus Day, of course, and the actual date shifts to fit federal calendars. Six years after the storm, in fact, President Johnson shifted from a firm date to the second Monday in October. But I remember the exact day. It was October 12. If you lived in Oregon back then, you'll never forget.

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L.A. Stories: Brush Fire

We were sound asleep when the bullhorn from a police cruiser circling our cul-de-sac woke us up. "This is a mandatory evacuation. Please leave your homes now." You just can't imagine how that makes you feel coming out of a deep sleep. In no way do I mean to imply any parity to the  experience of the Katrina victims, especially since in the aftermath here things have turned out even better than expected. The point is simply that talking about disaster experiences like this can only help people in the future consider their own options.

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Welcome to My Neighborhood
Photo Courtesy of LA Times

We live in the current fire zone, but we did not think our particular area was in danger. We had no bags packed and had given no thought to what we would need if we were asked to leave. It was chaotic. Mere minutes to decide what you need -- in the short term, like a change of clothes -- and in the long term -- items selected from a lifetime of accumulation.

We took the dogs, a suitcase of photo albums, the computer with all my files, passports, some cash, all our insurance and other documents, a few clothes and, in my case, the notebook I needed for my pitch the next day at the Sci-Fi Channel. This was, admittedly, an odd last-second grab but it speaks to the human need to want to carry on. This is what I do so I stuffed the notebook in the bag and jumped in the car. We didn't take anything we could buy again, including clothes. We couldn't find a flashlight, but we did take a box of Pop-Tarts. Ironically, Pop-Tarts have a special place in our family -- after the '94 Northridge Earthquake, our kids munched them in our van, watching Disney movies with the neighbors and it kept them calm.

We didn't know whether we should head north or south until, on our way out of the neighborhood, a cop told us to head south. On the way, my phone died because I hadn't left it on charge (note to self!) and my son had forgotten to take his which was a problem considering my wife and daughter were in the other car. Eventually, we rendevouzed with friends in a parking lot next to a McDonald's at 3am and compared notes.

We ended up the first night at the home of the parents of friends, then found a hotel room the next day. We watched the local TV news and every location was one we knew well. Our home never seemed to be imminently in danger so it seemed odd that we were evacuated like we were while we watched others, with flames in their backyards, saying they weren't leaving until the firefighters told them to go. Despite planning efforts, I suspect that disasters have a built-in degree of randomness, something we should remember as we sort out Katrina and point fingers at everybody. It's a disaster, after all.

Anyway, we're back home now. The smoke is everywhere. Ash is all over the place. Fire equipment is as common as cars on the streets. But our home stands.

These firefighters truly are heroic figures. My car's outdoor thermometer said it was 104 degrees yesterday. I was ready to fall over walking to a restaurant for lunch. We owe these men and women plenty. One guy I know bought 250 cheeseburgers for the firefighters. We bought some donuts. Nothing can properly express how much we owe them. Still, thank you all, thank you very much..

Time Predicts New Orleans Disaster in 2000

New Orleans has always had a complicated relationship with the water surrounding it. Everyone told the first settlers it was the wrong place to build a city. And Time -- in a July 2000 cover article about "Life on the Mississippi" -- pretty much nailed what was going to happen in New Orleans. The inside article was called "The Big Easy on the Brink" and sub-titled, presciently, "If it doesn't act fast, the city could become the next Atlantis." 

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The article gets right to the point and gets that point right-on. It opens like this:

"If a flood of biblical proportions were to lay waste to New Orleans, Joe Suhayda has a good idea how it could happen. A Category 5 hurricane would come barreling out of the Gulf of Mexico. It would cause Lake Pontchartrain, north of New Orleans, to overflow, pouring down millions of gallons of water into the city. Then things would really get ugly. Evacuation routes would be blocked. Buildings would collapse. Chemicals and hazardous waste would dissolve, turning the floodwaters into a lethal soup. In the end, what was left of the city might not be worth saving. 'There's concern it would essentially destroy New Orleans,' says Suhayda."

The man quoted -- Suhayda -- a water-resources expert at Louisiana State University, had concluded that New Orleans might not even exist as a city by the end of the century. His prediction, in light of recent events, even raises questions about whether or not the city should be re-built (although for political reasons it almost certainly will). Remember, this is a city that, in the old days, after a heavy rain, bodies actually washed out of the cemeteries. The article makes the point that what is threatening New Orleans is a combination of two man-made problems: more levees and fewer wetlands.

"The levees installed along the Mississippi to protect the city from water surges have had a perverse effect: they have actually made it more vulnerable to flooding. That's because New Orleans has been kept in place by the precarious balance of two opposing forces. Because the city is constructed on 100 feet of soft silt, sand and clay, it naturally "subsides" or sinks, several feet a century. Historically, that subsidence has been counteracted by sedimentation: new silts, sand and clay that are deposited when the river floods. But since the levees went up -- mostly after the great flood of 1927 -- the river has not been flooding, and sedimentation has stopped."

You've read the upshot. The city has been and continues sink about three feet a century, bad news for a city already eight feet below sea level. Factor in global warming that may be raising the sea as much as three feet a century. Then there was the wetlands issues. The Louisiana coast, according to Time, was losing 16,000 acres a year, mostly as a result of population expansion into once pristine areas, destructive oil and gas drilling, pollution and land loss through lack of sedimentation.

"As it turns out, barrier islands aren't just nice to look at; they are also a key natural barrier to hurricanes. (Every 2.7 miles of wetland absorbs a foot of storm surge.) As the wetlands go, the chance of a hurricane blowing the city away grows."

The article makes clear that engineers were frantically trying to come up with solutions, but that the big sticking point was money. The price tage for a complete solution would have been as much as $14-billion in federal and state money. (Of course, if we re-build, that may look like a bargain.) Here is the article's conclusion:

"So far, little has been done. Part of the problem, of course, is that excessive worrying and planning are radically at odds with the spirit of the Big Easy... New Orleans is still a place where the primary meaning of hurricane is a fruity rum drink the law lets you carry openly as you carouse in the French Quarter."

Not anymore. You can read Adam Cohen's entire article by clicking here.

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Bryce Zabel is a working screenwriter/producer whose current credits include The Poseidon Adventure and Blackbeard.   He was chairman of the Academy of Television Arts & Sciences from 2001-2003.  He maintains two other blogs:  his flagship News! -- Views! -- & Schmooze! and Movies-Squared.

New Orleans: A United States Atlantis?

New_orleans_under_waterOur hearts go out to New Orleans today as they did to New York four years ago. We all have great sympathy and our attention is rightly focused on the human tragedy which is astounding and gut-wrenching.

But when the rescues have ended and the recovery has begun, the same question asked in New York will have to be asked in New Orleans.

Should we re-build?

My first reaction, like everyone's, is that of course we should. New Orleans has always been a national treasure, and the very insanity of having a major city where New Orleans precariously sits has always been part of its charm. Still...

In 2001, FEMA warned that a hurricane striking New Orleans was one of the three most likely disasters that could befall the United States. Katrina was no sneak attack. We've known this one was coming.

Unlike New York's debate about the World Trade Center Towers which was about the appropriateness of leaving the ground barren or building a memorial or re-building the Towers over again, this debate about New Orleans will be more focused on feasibility. How we can do it, what it will cost, and how long it will last?

There is a fascinating article that was written for the insurance industry in December of 2000. It talks about new research by the U.S. Geological Survey which indicates that New Orleans is sinking faster than many realize and could be untenable within 50 years no matter what we do. Even before Katrina's devastation, the city was facing a series of issues -- disappearing wetlands that protect from hurricanes, levees that are too low to hold back flood waters, rising water tables, to name a few. The article concluded that New Orleans could suffer "the same fate as Atlantis." There's a lot more, and I'm sure you'll be hearing these themes over and over as the terrible tragedy moves into its next phase. Here's a sample.

"Another factor in how the city survives a hurricane is the natural buffer between the city and the sea. Louisiana's marshes are depleting at a rate of 25 miles to 30 miles per year, or the equivalent of a football field every 15 minutes. Since 1930, the state has lost well over 1,500 square miles of wetlands. Each year, New Orleans inches closer and closer to the Gulf of Mexico. The shrinking wetlands that bring the city closer to the coast are the same ones that have protected the city from catastrophic disaster in the past. Wetlands and barrier islands are a natural protection against hurricanes."

"New Orleans sits on a bed of silt, sand and clay, which historically has been rebuilt with each flooding; new silt and sand are deposited when the river floods. But the levees that protect the city from flooding also prevent the rebuilding of the silt. As a result, New Orleans is sinking at a rate of one-third of an inch per year, which is not good for a city that is already eight feet below sea level. To make matters worse, global warming is causing the sea level to rise."

If you would like to read the whole article, here is the link. The point is that re-building in the short term may be asking the Army Corps of Engineers to do things that cannot solve the long-term problem of a city built under sea level during a time of global warming that will always be at risk for being in the path of hurricanes.

Another prescient writer, Chris Mooney, just last May, discussed the possibility of losing New Orleans and concluded that, no matter what it takes, losing this city would be "out of the question." At the time, he was calling us to action to try to avert this catastrophe. Now that it's happened, I wonder how he feels.

Salon had a scientist explain it all.  He concludes that the city is subsiding three feet a century and the water rising three feet a century.

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It will be an agonizing decision. I suspect we will re-build and it will be our children's children who will one day be forced to give up the dream.

Sorry to digress. Pray for more survivors.

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